Encanto Fanfiction Mirabel Gets A Gift Mga Nobela at Kwento

Instead, I switched back to my post and added a public comment beneath it. [Supplementary statement: All the gifts were received and handled solely by Simon. Neither I nor my family has ever handled any related funds. Any so-called 'wedding expenses' or 'financial losses' should be discussed directly with Simon. This is hereby clarified.] I attached screenshots of the messages he had sent me. Then I set my phone to silent and placed it face down on the desk. Close to eleven that night, the screen lit up again. It was a message from my uncle: [I gave him a small taste of payback.]

I pretended not to know anything and kept playing the role of the dutiful Luna. Seeking a thrill, they couldn't wait to indulge in each other in the study while I was fast asleep in my room. The next day, Ethan gave me a blue fox fur shawl. At that point, I realized that every blue gift he gave me was a sign of his guilt after his affair. My closet was overflowing with all the blue gifts he had given me. At that moment, I gave up. I decided it was time to end this relationship full of lies. "Lucy Miller, your mate bond with Ethan Carrillo will be severed. Your information in the wolf clan registry will be erased, and he will never find you again. Are you sure about this?"

Xayne hesitates for a while before moving her feet to meet her. "You came". "Yeah, Your messages are a threat to my phone's memory already". "I like your sense of humor, all eager to be a boxer but then the sudden lack of interest". "Not lack of interest, I've been busy okay but I'm back though, thanks for the call". "Harry, excuse us". Mirabel said and kissed the man's lower lip. He grabbed her as* with his hands and raised her strongly placing her to the table. She chuckled loudly and let go of his neck.

He left, clearing the entrance free for me. I changed myself back into my human form and went to my room, removing all the clothes I had on my body I saw my reflection in the mirror. From being a woman with great powers to a unfortunate lover, the journey wasn't that long. My eyes were swollen, neck was bruised and there were many little scars on my whole body; some were new, some were old. I'd been in many battles, each of them worst from the last one but this time it was the battle of heart, and it was unbeatable because I had to win this battle against myself.

“It is just a mirror, Lucien, very insignificant. Why are you pointing at it like it just committed a grave sin?” “I thought you people here didn’t use mirrors,” I growled. “Well, one of my Zaxonian suitors gave it to me. I didn’t like it, so I ordered my servant to put it in the guest room instead.” My jaw tightened. “Shit, of all the guest rooms I could place her, why here?” I muttered to myself. “What’s the matter? What about the mirror, Your Grace? You are supposed to look for that woman, not ask about the useless object,” Elric pointed out, clearly not knowing what got me so angry.

“So you’ll do exactly what I say, or you’ll face the consequences of your terrible actions.” Aiden’s words barely registered as my attention shifted to the way he was holding my hands, his grip tight but unsettlingly gentle. His other hand moved over his own body, fingers brushing over his clothes, searching for something. Confusion spread through me. What was he doing? Was he possessed? The thought lingered, making my skin prickle with unease. “Hello? Miss Drug Dealer? What are you thinking about?” he said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Drug dealer? What nonsense!” I shot back, my voice firm. “How could you call me that? My name is Mirabella, and I don’t appreciate being called such a na

After regaining some consciousness, I use all my strength to call them for help, but only the mafia's consigliere and my fiance—Yves Gilbert—answers my calls. "Tessa, why didn't you come to Rebecca's celebration? She felt hurt by your absence! I know you've always been jealous that she could easily gain everyone's affection, but it's what she deserves. "Quickly come over and apologize to Rebecca. Don't disappoint us any further." Yves hangs up the phone after saying that. I stare at the darkened phone screen with an unsightly smile. They don't know that the gift I have prepared for the Don is still a half-finished product and needs to be repaired.

Three months of playing pretend, and then she would be free forever. She thought about it for only two short seconds, her mind racing through the unknowns. "Okay," Mirabel said. Her voice was steady now. "It’s a deal. But you have to promise I get far away from them. And you have to guarantee I have access to my allergy medicine. I'm not joking about that." Dante watched her for a long moment, his piercing eyes searching her face as if trying to uncover every hidden scar. A faint shift occurred in his expression, something almost like satisfaction, or perhaps the first crack in his icy mask.

“All right. I have a surprise for you. I will not see the doctor unless you tell me the surprise.” Now, Mirabel had no choice. She would not trade his health for anything, not even the surprise, and she gave up, “Hold on Alfred. You won. The surprise is this, I will prepare your macaroni and cheese in a special way tomorrow. I am certain that you would love it, and it would boost your appetite.” Likewise, Alfred was mesmerized by the show of love, and wished to see her at once. “Wow! That is impressive. I think you deserve a kiss. I am coming over.”

But before I could say a word, he suddenly went down on his knees. He held out a ring box, and I could've sworn that my heart almost stopped beating. “I may not have the purest of hearts, I may be ruthless and tainted and my version of love may be twisted. But I'll burn down the world for you. And if anyone dares to hurt you, I'll send him on a rollercoaster ride to hell. Will you marry me, Mirabella Aurel?” My eyes glistened as I held out my hand. “Yes, my love. I'd rather die than not be with you.”